Roky

I been hung on a cross

I been nailed to a sounding board

I been strung, I been lost

I been packed, I been mailed abroad

And though I tried to understand

Who I'm with or where I am

I don't know any more than I did

All those years before

Can it get any worse than it was

When the fever first took hold

And it led me on to the world

Where I don't belong?

But right now

Well, I almost think I do

It's a gas, it's a trip

And I just renewed my membership

Of a club that I joined

With a casual flip of a worthless coin

And I'm stuck to the tacky floor

And I'm tired, and I'm untoward

But true, so I'll just stay here with you